There it stood. The pool.. completely drained. I keep staring at the bottom, hoping it'll give me answers. I need a sword.. a sword that will somehow "prove" that I am worthy enough to fight..
Maybe, this whole thing is a dream. Maybe I'll never wake up.
I have to leave tonight. I have to set off to the woods. This adventure reminds me of every work of fiction I've read.
God.. what sword do I need to find?? All he told me what that I need a sword, nothing about it makes sense..
I groan at the thought of having to figure out what I need, with little to no help!
Maybe, if I go back to bed, I'll wake up..
I walk to my room, opening the door, I walk in. My mattress is all I can think of, all I pray to have, however.. my mirror is in the way.
As I shut my door, my full length mirror sits on the other side of my door. I stare at it, at me, through me.
My mother had suggested I had at least one mirror in my room, I never liked the mirrors, she thought it would improve my self esteem. I hate how I look.. I hate that I'm "only a face a mother could love".. that's what my brother says anyway.
I think about all of these things, everything I don't say, everything I endure.. everything I just take!!
**SMASH**
Oh no.. oh no no no..
The mirror shattered.. I.. I punched it..?
The shards of glass surround me, falling like snowflakes from how slow everything is.. doesn't look like they've hit the ground.. this is just.. just because I'm so angry? Right??
Everything is slow.
I look around, my clock stops ticking, my ceiling fan stops spinning..
The glass is frozen, it's in mid-air..
I slowly open my door, the door slowly brushes the glass aside, I walk out of my room and call out, to anyone..
It's late, but someone has to be up.. right??
I walk out of my room, into the living room, which is empty. The kitchen, empty. The dinning room, empty.. outside?
Empty.
I walk over to the once drained pool, which is now full of.. blood??
I start to freak out, my breathing is uneven, it's shaky, I'm frightened, I step away from the pool.
"Boy?" A crooked voice spoke..
I spin around and see it..
"Aegros!!!" I exclaim, running towards the tree. "You're here!! You're here!!"
"Yes.. I've always been here.." the tree twitches.
"What's going on?? Why has everything stopped, why is the pool full of blood??" I ask, trying to catch my breath.
"It's time.." Aegros responds, his voice is calm, eerie.. scary..
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The thing in my backyard
FantasíaThis story isn't finished!! I really want to finish the book, I would LOVE any feedback I can possibly get!! Summary: Young Michael struggles with bullying and self-doubt, particularly in the presence of his older brother and his brother's friends...
